Preview — Caught by Her Husband
by Vivian Lux

Caught by Her Husband

Anna misses the passionate sex she used to have with her husband Bret. She didn't mean to start cheating on him, but sexy Ryan is a temptation she can't resist.

But when Bret comes home and catches them in the act, she suddenly sees a side of her husband she thought was long gone, and one she never knew was there.

WARNING! This 3500+ word erotic short story is almost too hAnna misses the passionate sex she used to have with her husband Bret. She didn't mean to start cheating on him, but sexy Ryan is a temptation she can't resist.

But when Bret comes home and catches them in the act, she suddenly sees a side of her husband she thought was long gone, and one she never knew was there.

WARNING! This 3500+ word erotic short story is almost too hot to handle, and features a naughty cheating housewife, her sensitive lover and a suddenly dominant husband who decides to teach them a lesson. Mind blowing oral sex, surprise bisexual dominance and an explosive MMF threesome all boil over into a racy story that will leave you breathless...and VERY satisfied.

Excerpt:

"Get over here," Bret commanded. He looked at her, the animal rage that had been in his eyes was now animal hunger. Still straddling Ryan, like a predator over his prey, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her to him. She half stumbled, half fell onto the bed next to Ryan and the two of them stared up at Bret.

"Kiss him," Bret ordered.

"What?"

"DO it."

Anna shrank from his eyes and looked warily at Ryan. She pursed her lips and gave him a chaste peck on the cheek.

"Not like that, do it like how you were kissing him when I walked in."

Anna rolled onto her side and opened her mouth. Ryan closed his eyes and she kissed him, slowly. He didn't respond. "Fucking kiss her back!" Bret roared and Ryan's lips parted.

"That's right. Now, Anna, get on your knees."

Anna looked at him. There was no trace of the Bret that fell asleep in front of the TV every night. That soft, sleepy, boring old lump had been transformed. His eyes burned into her. She saw the strength in his hands, those hands she had fallen in love with so long ago. The angry flush in his cheeks drew out the strong cheekbones from his normally placid face. It was as if the rage had burst him from a cocoon and she was now seeing the bright, terrible transformation he had undergone.

She scurried to the floor. He looked down on her from above, taller than she had remembered.